Robb Bank$ - 2Much lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - 2Much lyrics]
Nigga, nigga
Run up, bet I keep my shit tucked
I'm too much, I'm too much
Keep playin', get yo main bitch fucked
Too much, I'm too much, I'm -
Please don't try me, pussy nigga
Don't press your luck
No I'm too much, I'm too much, I'm -
I fucked yo bitch on the xan, now she slumpt
Boy you too much, I'm too much, I'm too -
Bitch do I got your attention
Let me explain, you don't get it
You see my neck? That's your pension
My savages stand at attention
Please get your ho out my mentions
Bench pressin', no, I'm never flexin'
Know it's me and Ricky, see the set list
No we too much, too much on these bitches
What a time (what a time)
To fucking die (fucking die)
Look at me (you see me)
Eye for an eye (yeah that's me)
Nigga lost yo shine (yeah it's gone)
Boy, look at mine (yeah it's on)
Yeah, solar flare (oh my god)
Yeah, you might go blind
If you look at my chain -
Nigga I want yo main to come make it yeah
Crackers gon' drop the case when
I spray at you
Bitch I ball like I'm Kobe, I'm Laker'd up
That mean 24 8, your bitch laying up
I might fly Gunner out just to flick me up
Neji Hyuga the way that I stick em' up
Pussy all on my plate and I lick it up
Seen her best friend and I blew a kiss at her
Might fusion up with a gun
Boy I'ma kill you, play round in your blood
Say that's your bitch but I don't give a fuck
I bend that ho over, blow all in her butt
Who taught these boys how to stunt? (who?)
It's Maison Martin or Lawrence (who?)
Phone a machine ain't no Florence
Double S, Red Ribbon Army
Let me take you there let me get you off
Say she want a pet (pet)
Came through with my dog i ain't get ya text
I ain't get ya call
Star 69, who the fuck gon' check the Phone?
(bitch) guess who back in this bitch
And he on his shit got yo ho playin' ball
I head crack the bitch
No her Margiela shirt on, boy she just skinny
Money 6'1', should of got a scholarship
You might pick up some game if you follow me
In 9th grade I hit licks in the Dollar Tree
We had beef
Yo ho probably would side with me
I'ma scream CJ name til that nigga free
Parade in this bitch, I need a float
These boys tryna lynch me
I went and bought a rope
These boys tryna son me cause
My last name Goku
Dirt on my name, I came back with the soap
Ain't learn how to swim cause
You know I'm the BOAT
Ain't a Samsung, I don't go underwater
But that pussy wet so I might dip my toe
If I ain't respond back then
Your pussy is broke
Run up, bet I keep my shit tucked
I'm too much, I'm too much
Keep playin', get yo main bitch fucked
Too much, I'm too much, I'm -
Please don't try me, pussy nigga
Don't press your luck
No I'm too much, I'm too much, I'm -
I fucked yo bitch on the xan, now she slumpt
Boy you too much, I'm too much, I'm too -
Bitch do I got your attention
Let me explain, you don't get it
You see my neck? That's your pension
My savages stand at attention
Please get your ho out my mentions
Bench pressin', no, I'm never flexin'
Know it's me and Ricky, see the set list
No we too much, too much on these bitches
What a time (what a time)
To fucking die (fucking die)
Look at me (you see me)
Eye for an eye (yeah that's me)
Nigga lost yo shine (yeah it's gone)
Boy, look at mine (yeah it's on)
Yeah, solar flare (oh my god)
Yeah, you might go blind
If you look at my chain -
Nigga I want yo main to come make it yeah
Crackers gon' drop the case when
I spray at you
Bitch I ball like I'm Kobe, I'm Laker'd up
That mean 24 8, your bitch laying up
I might fly Gunner out just to flick me up
Neji Hyuga the way that I stick em' up
Pussy all on my plate and I lick it up
Seen her best friend and I blew a kiss at her
Might fusion up with a gun
Boy I'ma kill you, play round in your blood
Say that's your bitch but I don't give a fuck
I bend that ho over, blow all in her butt
Who taught these boys how to stunt? (who?)
It's Maison Martin or Lawrence (who?)
Phone a machine ain't no Florence
Double S, Red Ribbon Army
Let me take you there let me get you off
Say she want a pet (pet)
Came through with my dog i ain't get ya text
I ain't get ya call
Star 69, who the fuck gon' check the Phone?
(bitch) guess who back in this bitch
And he on his shit got yo ho playin' ball
I head crack the bitch
No her Margiela shirt on, boy she just skinny
Money 6'1', should of got a scholarship
You might pick up some game if you follow me
In 9th grade I hit licks in the Dollar Tree
We had beef
Yo ho probably would side with me
I'ma scream CJ name til that nigga free
Parade in this bitch, I need a float
These boys tryna lynch me
I went and bought a rope
These boys tryna son me cause
My last name Goku
Dirt on my name, I came back with the soap
Ain't learn how to swim cause
You know I'm the BOAT
Ain't a Samsung, I don't go underwater
But that pussy wet so I might dip my toe
If I ain't respond back then
Your pussy is broke